Don't tell me you want me
I'm not flattered ; they all say it
And my mouth opens to yawn already
Don't be like all these retards
Tell me I'm beautiful at heart
With a good mind
And that I come right from all these dreams where you invented me.
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Eight Billion Thoughts For You
PoetryJust another very thoughtful girl. *Spreading thoughts since 1996* (All poems are mine). All rights reserved.
